Chapter 345 Whispers Of Treachery

The journey south to the Free Cities was marked by an uneasy silence. The group trudged through dense forests and windswept plains, their path illuminated only by faint starlight and the occasional glow of the Heartstone. Alaric led the way, his sharp eyes scanning the horizon for signs of danger. The air grew heavier as they neared the borderlands. Villages lay abandoned, their once-thriving streets reduced to ghostly echoes of lives left behind. Smoke from distant fires marred the sky, a grim reminder of the unrest that now gripped Elandor.